FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural sound that shakes your core. That pedal sinks to the floor, and you're hurled forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the tune of speed. Some folks say it's a way of life. Others see it